She flung open a fan, held it at arm's length, and scrutinized the daffodils that were traced upon it.
"So they dared you?"
"So they dared me. And I took the dare."
"Why?"
Her eyes met mine gravely, but behind her pretty moue a smile lurked delightfully.
Her eyes met mine gravely.
"If I should tell you now it would be flirting, which is a sin."
"I had imagined, Mr. Ames, that that sort of thing came easy to you. But if it's sinful, of course"—